 My soul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier...  Blackwood's Magazine - Side 4881865Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1793 - 204 sider
...with a smile. My soul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a noble race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1803 - 192 sider
...with a smile. My soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. G No vernal... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 sider
...soul, turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the black Swiss their stormy mansion tread* And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren bills afford. But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. ".No vernal... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 308 sider
...with a smile. My soul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display. Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1809 - 322 sider
...with a smile. My soul turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal... | |
 | 1809 - 402 sider
...a smile. My soul, turn from them — turn we to survey Where rougher clime* a nobler race display ; Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scnnty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford But man and eteel, the soldier and his sword.... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 sider
...soul, turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the black Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread; 'No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. 'No vernal... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1813 - 124 sider
...a smile. My soul turn from them, turn we to survey t Where rougher climes a tloblei' rar? display ; Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms... | |
 | 1814 - 310 sider
...a smile. My soul, turn frem them — turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display ; Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread-, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 sider
...with a smile. My soul, turn from them, turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread ; No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal... | |
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